Mission failed (Choi Seung-hyun fanfic)

~ Shooter, nurse and lover ~

The sound pierced my ears and I closed my eyes in fear. The force of the blow backfired at me and I hit the wall with my head. When I opened my eyes he was crouching on the floor in pain. Thankfully I was a terrible shot so I didn’t hit any vital parts even though he was just a few steps away from me. “Oh my god, I’m sorry!” I yelled and threw the gun on the floor of the kitchen. I ran towards him and kneeled. “Let me see, please.” I begged him. He was kneeling in front of me. He raised his head and I saw the blood dripping down his right arm. I put my hands on my mouth. “Oh god, what did I do?” I said. He smirked. “This is your chance you know? You can ran away.” He said. I looked at him with shock. “And let you bleed to death? I’m many things but I’m not a murderer.” I said sternly. He looked up at me with strange reluctance. “Then help me stop the bleeding.” He said stiffly. I nodded. I looked all around me for something I could wrap around his wound, but as I noticed before the hall was empty. I didn’t have time to look for anything so I just took off my shirt and ripped it so I can tie his wound with it. He lied on the ground without complaining. He eyes were focused on my exposed waist and bra. I blushed but I couldn’t afford to hide myself now. When I tightened the nod he winced but that was all. He probably went through this before, I thought. "Do you have a phone? I need to call an ambulance." I said. He looked at me like I was out of my mind. "You're kidding right? How do you plan to explain this to the cops later on?" he asked. I opened my mouth to say something but I shut them as soon as I realised I didn't have anything to say back. He was probably right, calling the ambulance was apparently a bad idea. "But what about the bullet?" I asked with concern. We couldn’t just leave it there, could we? The wound will get infected. “But we do need to take out the bullet.” He said as though he was reading my mind. “What do I have to do?” I asked nervously. I hope he was not planning to make me play operation on him, because I sucked at that game. “In the bathroom under the sink there’s a first aid kit. Go get it." he said. I nodded and ran towards the door he pointed. I took out the first aid kit and placed it beside him. I opened it and found lots of things that can help with pulling a bullet out. I assumed this was his and that he carried it with him wherever he went. It made me wonder what kind of life he was leading. I rummaged through the box and found some bandages. “Hey, there are bandages here!” I exclaimed. “Yes and?” he asked as though talking to an idiot. “Well, couldn’t you tell me about this before I ripped my shirt open and drenched it in your blood?” I asked irritated. He just smirked, if he could he would’ve probably shrugged right now. I rolled my eyes. I found alcohol and tweezers and pulled them out. Those will probably be useful if he plans to take out the bullet. “Okay, what now?” I asked. “Do you know how to do it?” he asked me. My jaw fell, so he did plan to make me do it! “No!” I yelled. He turned his head away to show me there was no need for raising my voice. I cleared my throat looking away. “Sorry.” I said. “It’s not so hard. I’m going to help you through it. First you have to remove your shirt and spill alcohol all over the wound. The alcohol will stop the bleeding so you have to do it quickly.” he explained. I started to panic, holding the tweezers and the alcohol in my hand I saw how my hands shook. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I placed the tweezers on a bandage and started to unwrap my shirt. I quickly did as he told me, he led me through everything I had to do. The worst part was pulling the bullet out. I spilled some alcohol on the tweezers and pushed them down his wound. He was quiet all along; when I finally felt something hard under the tweezers I gripped it and started pulling, assuming it was the bullet. Suddenly and without a warning he started screaming. My heart stopped in a moment, I let go of everything and froze. I watched him clenching under me and I didn’t know what to do. I thought he was going to die and I felt tears in the corner of my eye. “Pull it out!” he screamed. I took hold of the tweezers and started pulling again. He continued screaming until I finally managed to pull it out. Then all of a sudden he stopped. He was huffing and clenching his teeth but he seemed ok. I spilled a little more alcohol on his wound. He flinched but that was it. Then I wrapped it with bandages and it was finally over. My voice was trembling and my heart was pounding like crazy. “Y-you should lay down on something more comfortable.” I said with a crack in my voice. He pointed at one of the doors and I opened it. This room was also empty except for a king sized bed in the middle of the room. I helped him get up and placed him on the bed. He was still huffing but soon he calmed down. He closed his eyes so I wasn’t sure if he was sleeping or just resting his eyes. I went back to the hall and looked for something to clean the blood. In the toilet I found a towel so I used that and some water from the sink to clean the blood. That task was harder than I thought and it took me all most two hours to clean it all off. When I was done I went to the kitchen to throw everything that was bloody and ruined, including my shirt, away. I saw the gun on the floor so I picked it. I wasn't sure what to do with it so I wrapped it in the shirt and threw it away all together hoping I'd never have to hold that thing again. Finally I went back to the room to check up on him. I could tell that he was asleep by how his chest was rising and falling and he also snored quietly. I took one of the chairs from the kitchen and placed it beside his bed. I was sleepy but I couldn’t fall asleep on that chair because it was uncomfortable and I was also a little cold. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them so I would warm myself up a little. Suddenly he turned his head to me and opened his eyes. “You’re going to catch a cold like that.” He said. I lifted my head that was resting on my knees and looked at him. “Well do you maybe have a spare shirt?” I asked him. He shook his head and lifted the blanket I covered him with gesturing that I should get under it. I shook my head. “No, it’s ok. I’ll be fine.” He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ask you.” He said sternly. I didn’t have to listen to him, not in this circumstances, but I gently nodded and got under the blanket with him. I positioned myself as far away as I could. Thankfully he couldn’t really move because of his wound. After less than a minute he said: “I’m cold.” I lifted my head looking at him. “You want me to find another blanket?” I asked. He shook his head. “There’s no other blanket, come closer.” He said. I gasped. “But…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because he sent me a glare. “It’s your fault if I die you know?” he said. I gulped, he was right. I moved over to him and embraced him putting my head on his chest. “Better?” I asked. He didn’t answer, instead he began stroking my hair in a calming way. I was weirdly comfortable in his embrace, I just hoped I wouldn’t hurt him during the night.
The next morning when I woke up and looked up at him he was still asleep. I thought of getting up and leaving but as soon as I moved he opened his eyes. I looked away trying to hide the guilty look on my face of trying to escape. But then I thought, why the hell should I feel guily? He did kidnap me! “How are you feeling?” I asked. He looked at me questionably. “Much better, thanks to you.” He said. I nodded and got up. He tried to get up too but he couldn’t. I saw him clenching on the bed with his hand over the wound. “Damn, I can’t get up.” He said. I took pity, I spent all night thinking how today I’m going to run home but after seeing him I knew I couldn’t just leave him here like this. He’s going to die of hunger or dehydration. I let out a small sigh. “Just tell me what you need, I’ll bring it to you.” I said decisively. “Why aren’t you running away yet?” he asked me. I put my hands over my naked waist and looked away. “I can’t just let you die.” I said quietly. He smirked. “You’re a weird person you know?” he said. I smiled lightly, he was absolutely right about that. I looked around the empty room, this would all be much easier if I wasn’t just in my bra. “Don’t you have anything I can wear? I’m going to catch a cold like this.” I said. “Sorry.” He said with a smirk. “But whenever you’re cold you can just come back here little girl.” He said while stroking his chest. I rolled my eyes to both his statement and his choice of nickname. And to think that only yesterday he was trying to kill me, now he’s flirting? What a jerk! So for the next week I stayed there and took care of him. I prepared him meals, I helped him get up to go to bathroom and I cleaned his wound. After a few days I started sneezing, obviously walking around in just a bra would end in me catching a cold. Soon enough he noticed I was sneezing so he ordered me to get in bed and get warm. I wanted to refuse but I was too cold, and the warmth of his embrace was becoming more and more comfortable each time I’d cuddle up beside him. With every past day I’d notice it was getting harder for me to get up from bed because I was too comfortable, but still I’d order myself to get up and pretend like it didn’t mean anything. Seven days later I woke up in the morning as usual with my head on his chest. I thought he was still asleep because he usually was when I woke up so I stayed there a while longer. The evening before I washed his shirt and left it to dry so he was now shirtless too. I wanted to stroke his chest with my hand but I was afraid I’d wake him. I listened to the sound of his heartbeat that was very calm. I presumed he was in a deep sleep so I put my hand on his belly and played with the hair line that was ending in his pants. I looked down at it and gulped. “Are you enjoying yourself little girl?” he asked playfully. I gasped and got up instantly. “You’re awake!” I exclaimed like an idiot, as if that wasn’t obvious. I felt my face becoming warmer and I knew I was blushing. I pulled the blanket over my face and turned away. Then I sneezed, which made me even more embarrassed. “Still with the cold?” he asked. I ignored the question and got up from the bed. He got up after me. “You shouldn’t…” I started to say but he was already on his legs. Apparently he was feeling much better. He pulled a case from under his bed and opened it. He took out a shirt and put it on. My jaw fell. “You did have another shirt!” I protested angrily. “I even caught a cold!” I said and sneezed again. I couldn’t believe he’d hide this from me! What was he thinking? He just smirked. “You're here a whole week and you never thought of looking under the bed? You’re not as sharp as I thought.” He said. I opened my mouth to say something but I didn’t know what, so I just turned around angry and pulled the blanket from the bed to cover myself with it. He grinned and threw at me another shirt he pulled out of the case. “Dress up little girl. I wouldn’t want you to die from a cold.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes at him. These death jokes were getting ridiculous. “So when exactly do you plan to kill me?” I said angrily. “Why you asking? Are you getting impatient?” he smirked. I scoffed. “I should’ve run away when I had the chance.” I said as I put his shirt over my head. it was way too big but warm and comfortable. His smirk was still there when he grabbed me from behind and embraced me a little too tight. “I know where you live, remember?” he whispered in my ear. His words seemed like a threat but his voice was playful. I was becoming confused by his actions. His statement reminded me of home too, and all the people who were expecting me there. They must be worried sick about me. I leaned back on him with a depressed face. I should’ve died here a week ago, and he still didn’t make it clear whether he’s going to kill me or release me. Am I really never going to see my family again? “Something wrong little girl?” he asked seeing my sad expression. I shook my head trying to shake these feelings away. I turned to him with a stern face. “One of this days I’ll punch you for calling me that.” I said. He laughed again, I couldn’t help it but stare each time he’d laugh so suddenly. “Wasn’t the bullet enough?” he asked. I looked down shamefully, I can’t believe I shot someone. He ruffled my hair. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve been through worse.” He said pulling me by my hand. He led us to the bathroom where we washed our teeth and brushed our hair. It was weird doing all those things with him so close. It was like we were a couple. As I thought of that I saw myself blushing in the mirror. I looked at him through the glass and he was smirking. I hurried to finish it all up and leave the bathroom.
On my surprise we left the spooky apartment and got into his car, or at least I thought it was his. I was now pretty sure we were driving into my death. “Don’t look so stiff, I’m driving you home.” He said. I looked at him with shock. “What?” I asked confused. “You heard me little girl, I’m taking you home. So be grateful. You’re not dying today.” He smiled. A wide smile lightened my face, I was going back home! I couldn’t help but threw myself around his neck. He hit the brake and stopped the car. I looked at him and he had a perplexed expression on his face. I slowly pulled away noticing only now how awkward this was but reluctantly he stretched his arms and pulled me back into a hug. We stayed like that for only another moment and then we pulled away avoiding each other's eyes. He cleared his throat and continued driving while I turned to look out the window. While he was driving me back home I thought of everything that happened. This past week was destined to mark my life forever, I just didn’t know to what extent yet.

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